[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)]
Who get drunk at night till the early morn'?
Tap dances at the party like it's goin on
Bitches and niggas all around scopin eachother down
I'm takin pictures at y'all at the fuckin lounge
Mad niggas was, gettin drunk at the bar
I'm throwin Moet bottles, HA HA HA HA HA HAIt's rowdy outside, I ain't signin shit
Don't flow bitch, I take your microphone
You party bitches fallin in line
With your fat ass stinkin behind
You don't know who the fuck is here
I back smack your ass, make pressure appear
Cause cold Lucky knockin at your door
I dedicate that to your source
Cause this (Nigga please) is dirty and it's stinkin
Funkier than (Peppi Le Pew, so I was thinkin)
I drop you mothafuckin niggas on the (weekend)
(Lettin you know that) bitch nigga don't start
You thought that I was weak? Huh, let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than your grandfather's feet
So listen mister, don't you ever forget
Rhyme dirty, you couldn't even clean it with CometOr even Worex, some tried Ajax
Only mix wit, the back get this track

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)]
Sweet girl, sweet girl
Each and every day-a, each and every way-a
See you niggas, most of your strayers
Stray off from a thing, civilization-a
Don't understand the true nation-a
It go back like coal ovens and ice boxes
(Murder AvenueL trains, Broadway blackouts
Brooklyn Zu keep history, fam shake the trendsFive years of workin bodies
Voice box hits the shotty
I move in parties, stickin hotties
And all you fake mob Gotti's, I push your skirt up
My shit's so bad I wipe my ass with a burner)
Picking up the pieces!!